The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

When I wake up again my nose is swollen and I am starting to bruise under my eyes. I shower quickly before making my way to breakfast, the whole time spent in the cafeteria looking around for Frank but he never shows up. After breakfast I decide to check out the common room and find myself a seat in an arm chair in one corner, not really wanting to talk to anyone else. A few people stare at me but none approach and Frank never shows up.
At dinner that night I have given up hope of seeing Frank today when someone sits opposite me, slamming their tray on the table. I look up and see its Frank. Now that he's here infront of me memories of him hitting me flash through my mind and I flinch. Frank smiles at me and asks what's wrong and I stare at him in disbelief. When he notices my nose he gasps and says "Oh no Gerard what happened to your face?" I frown at him in confusion before saying "You did this to me." Franks face screws up in confusion as he says "You're my best friend why would I hurt you?" I shake my head and say "Don't you remember? We fell asleep last night and you woke up and screamed at me asking who I was and then you punched me." Frank shakes his head and a look of sadness floods his eyes. "I don't remember but if I did that I am so sorry Gerard. Will you forgive me?" I think about it for a moment before nodding at him. He smiles and continues to eat.
After dinner we go back to the common room and sit on a small two seater couch and watch some crappy tv show neither of us is interested in. After twenty minutes I feel a warm pressure on my wrist and when I look down Franks hand is wrapped around it but he continues to stare at the tv with a small smile on his face. I twist my wrist and he lets go but before he can pull away I grab his hand with mine and link our fingers before turning back to the tv. For the rest of the night until we are told to go to our rooms we sit and hold hands, both of us smiling and enjoying the feeling.

In the middle of the night I am woken by the door slowly creaking open. I roll over and look in that direction but in the dark I can't see who is coming into the room. The lamp
across the room goes on and startles me but I can now see its Frank. He is shirtless, just in loose sweatpants that hang low on his hips. I stare at his toned tattooed chest as he walks across the room towards me, a smile on his face that I recall seeing on Bert's face several times when we were in the bedroom. When Frank reaches me he climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips leaning down over me, his face hovering just inches away from mine. "GerardI was laying in bed thinking about you and it was driving me crazy. I want you so bad and I know you want me too. I see the way you look at me." I take one last deep breath before reaching up and tangling my fingers in the back of his hair, pulling his face down and smashing our lips together. I slide my tongue into his mouth and we kiss passionately while our hands explore each other's bodies. After a few minutes he pulls back and tugs at my shirt so I sit up and let him take it off me before he pushes me back onto the bed and starts trailing lingering sucking kisses down my neck and across my collarbones. The moans I've been trying to keep in escape in a low whine as he sucks bruises into my collarbones and when he moves his thigh brushes against my now very hard dick. I groan at the feeling and he removes his lips from me and looks down, staring at my erection straining in my boxers. When I look down I can see his tenting the front of his pants before he looks back up and meets my gaze, smirking and looking so sexy before he lowers himself and grinds our erections together. I throw my head back and moan at the feeling and he continues to thrust against me letting out little moans of his own against my neck, where he has his face buried. I start to thrust up to meet him and soon we are a panting mess, with wet patches on our pants from the precum we are leaking. Frank lifts his hips up and removes the contact and I whine slightly at the loss of friction so he smiles down at me and slides down my body, pulling my boxers down and wrapping his lips around the head of my dick, his tongue swirling around and lapping up the precum before sinking down and sucking. He works up a rhythm and I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling gently and he hums in approval. He blows me for a few minutes until I feel the tightening in my stomach that I know all too well and I pull hard at his hair and say "Oh Frankie I'm gonna...." But Frank doesn't pull away, he just tilts his head so he's looking up at me while he continues to suck my dick and gives me a sexy smirk before teasing at my slit with his tongue and I lose it, cumming in his mouth and moaning out his name.
When I can manage to open my eyes again after the waves of intense pleasure subside the room is dark and Frank is not there. I sit up and feel the cold, wet, sticky feeling between my legs and I flop back onto the bed and sigh in frustration. I just had a wet dream for the first time in 8 years. I slowly drag myself out of bed and turn on the lamp, gathering clean clothes and going into my little bathroom to wash myself and change. When I come back out luckily only one of the top sheets on the bed is wet so I remove it and climb back in, pulling the comforter over me and curling into a ball, thinking about how I'm still tingling and that that is the best orgasm I've had in a long time. I fall back to sleep with a smile on my lips wondering if it would be any better actually doing that with Frank for real.

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